Samantha Blanquefort Brothel ❤️

About Bordeaux

Precious, precious brothel, yesss! Me, a butcher, hackin’ meat all day, loves me a good brothel story. Stupid, fat hobbit! Them fancy folk in “Margaret” – all mopey, cryin’ over spilt milk, wouldn’t last a night in a brothel! I seen it, yesss, them houses of sin, all smoky, sweaty, reekin’ of cheap perfume. Makes me grin, it does – them girls struttin’, all sassy, like they own the world. “What did you expect, a parade?” – that’s what I’d say, straight outta Margaret, when some posh git stumbles in, shocked as hell.

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Yeah, there are times i get riled up, pissed off by blatant chaos. But most days, I'm stoked to feel the city's heartbeat. Embrace its quirks n' pace. It ain't perfect, but it’s honest. Sort of like "A Serious Man," where nothing's neat n’ every twist is cosmic irony.

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